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Liz Varley

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, but I have more than enough hair ties. I talk a lot of shit about the rules, but I follow most of them. I went to college because it seemed like the thing to do. I read Marx because I was curious. I wrote in concrete so I could last forever. I drink whiskey because as a small child I ate the cherries from my fathers manhattans. I’ve been to Manhattan more than five times, but less than ten. I read Catcher in the Rye at the same time I started listening to Led Zeppelin and this changed my life. I like my cappuccinos dry. I am a creature of habit, but will inevitably revolt. I love Russian literature and American poetry. I write to get rid of my secrets, and to invent ones for people that don’t exist. One day I would like to learn to play the drums, and to speak Russian, and to write a book. For now, I just write.

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Stories written with The Portland Fiction Project
A Well Made Mistake Clothing
Hollywood Freak Routine
The Accident Gallbladder
Margot Break
Firsts Cleaning
Subversion Training
April Fools Spring
The Train to There Lace
The Toupee Leather
Submerged Paper
The Race Destiny
Heartburn Chemistry
Mile High Truth
Tiger Grit
Survival (Part Two) Dessert
Survival (Part One) Pick
Any Other Day Digest
Gold Dreams Binge
Baby Steps Descend
Captured Climax
Paul and Veronica Frenzy
The Storm Cold Sweat
Tempest Storm Cloud
The Proposal Mask
Going the Distance Orange
Jaded Pink School
In Passing Death
Settling Fall

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